Amnesia Romance Novels Novels & Stories

When he discovered that she had written something incorrectly, he would immediately tell her to correct it. Gabrielle's novels leaned towards realism and featured many real-life locations in Cindale. She had personally experienced many of them, but she wasn't as familiar with those abroad. Wasn't this the best kind of life? Their lives were intertwined, with arguments, happiness, and everything in between. Amanda thought about her own life this past year. She was happy. She seemed to dream about that fire less and less. Before her amnesia, she hadn't left herself much information. Starting over from scratch didn't seem too difficult after all.

She has her driver, she refused at first but agreed on in the end to avoid arguments. All she wants now is to hug him tightly and fill the longingness she felt! Call her flirt, she doesn't care. She's her world and she can't deny that. She misses everything about him, suffering amnesia for almost 6 months makes their relationship suffer for that long time! She needs to make up for that months! And now she's back, she will make sure that they will sort everything about them. Daniel knows how Franz suffers when Jamie can't remember him, and let alone she tried to end their relationships, that was a big taboo on his part. And now she's back on herself, all he wants is for them to be settled.

Just then, my phone rang, it was Amelia, I was almost certain. She called even more often after her amnesia, calling to tell me little details about her family, congratulations to the closed off person she used to be. I felt guilty for being grateful for her amnesia. Watching her stand up to Roman was by far the highlight of my year. Roman…the cold fucking bastard! I've always hated the sight of the man. Unfortunately for me, we grew up together and I had to be subjected to the torture of being forced to be his friend, that was until of course, I was moved from Russia to attend college here.

Amira had pushed everything away, trying to forget, but now it was all coming back. As Amira stood in her apartment, memories of the past flooded her mind. She thought about the time she spent with Aiden, the love they once shared, and the pain that came with it. At the same time, Aiden was on a plane, thinking about his own past, about the choices that led them to this point.

"Chester, I'm sorry. I lied to you. I'm your real fiancee, not Janet." The moment Tiffany finished, Janet tightened her hold on my hand. I stayed quiet and looked up at Tiffany, her eyes brimming with tears. After a long beat, I smirked. "Is that so?" I threaded my fingers through Janet's and said, "I've got amnesia. I don't remember anything from before, so why would I take your word for it just because you said so?"

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Georgia said. "Why didn't you understand Mom's previous question? Do you have amnesia?" Regina asked, looking in astonishment at her daughter. "What amnesia?" Georgia asked again, making Edward and Regina even more confused. "Amnesia is memory loss, have you forgotten all your past with Alistair?" Edward's turn to ask. "I think so, Dad," Georgia replied. "It's good that you have forgotten your past with Alistair, that way we can arrange marriage you with a friend of Father's son," Edward said happily, he was so excited when talking about matchmaking.

I told her. “Seems you have selective amnesia, a sort of dissociative amnesia. It does happen, especially after a traumatic event. I’m sure it’ll come to you, just give it time,” she waved her hand dismissively and I instantly didn’t like her. “Let me go home,” I stood up and my knees buckled. The beautiful woman, Aria, caught me before I fell and helped me back onto the cot. “Please be careful, I couldn’t bear if something else happened to you,” she told me sweetly.

“You see, this is a part of the problem. I don’t know myself anymore,” She sighed, clamping her fingers. “Well, that’s why you’re here so that I can help you figure out those missing puzzles that are messing with your self-awareness. The journey might be slow, Margot, but it will definitely be rewarding. So tell me, what is the cause of your amnesia?” “It’s a neurological amnesia. I had an accident two months ago,” I replied immediately. She flipped open a book and began to write furiously. “Have you gone for medical checkups?”

Conrad Vladmoss — POV I've read about amnesia. More than I'd like to admit. I know it can be unpredictable, fragmentary. It can last for years, or it can shatter open from something small: a familiar smell, a piece of music, the way light shifts through a window, the wrong name spoken in the right tone. That night, lying awake, I go through every variable the same way I would in a risk assessment. What could bring him back?